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Before she can finish, I’ve gripped her wrist, turned it just a bit, and removed it from my body. “Not interested.”
“But—”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Miss.” There’s an air of arrogance to her, a slick remark sitting on her tongue, but she’s smart enough to read the warning in my eyes. Without another word, she turns and walks away, her posture stiff while I search for my Venus.
The mobile in my pocket vibrates then and I pull it out, reading the text from Aliana’s guard.
She’s at the bar with a few more people now. One male in particular seems interested. ~Kray
There are two bars in this place; I studied the layout he sent me earlier and I turn my head toward the smaller one. It’s full. All men. A stag party judging by the stupid matching outfits and the one guy’s tie with the word groom down the center.
The next one is on the other side of the roof, and the closer I get, the same sensation rushes through my veins. It’s almost like I’m back inside Casper’s office at the pub back home, watching—unable to fight this pull. It’s tangible, this buzzing heat that forces me closer.
With each step, it’s hotter.
A shiver rushes down my spine.
And it’s when I spot a familiar head of dark hair that my cock swells to near the point of pain. Because there she is, the object of my lust, and the pictures I’ve received of her out and about until I came to Chicago didn’t do her justice.
“Motherfuck,” I hiss out through clenched teeth, unable to understand my reaction. How I’m unable to look away…
This delicate little morsel is a heady temptation. I memorize every delicate inch of her short frame, pausing to enjoy the swell of her breasts in a black sweater vest and then gaze lower, to the lithe thighs in a minuscule plaid skirt. Simply put, this woman is stunning and the more she ignores my heated stare, the more I’m intrigued.
A sudden presence beside me forces my hand to the gun at my waistband without taking my eyes off her, but his chuckle makes me pause. “It’s me.”
The cool metal is soothing in my grip, eases a bit of the heat snapping at my flesh, but I let go and readjust my jacket. “Never sneak up on me, mate.”
“Understood.”
“Good,” I say, busy taking in how small she is—a delicate little goddess that I yearn to touch. Taste. Corrupt. “Who are the men?”
I could give a fuck about the women. Those two are insignificant to me.
“Those two…” from the corner of my eye I see him pointing in the general direction of two men beside the laughing girls “… are boyfriends of her classmates. This one, though, is not part of their group. He’s crashing their outing, and Miss Rubens wasn’t too pleased to see him. At least, the icy glare she sent him gave that impression.”
“Hmmm.” An amber-colored drink is offered by him and I take it, bringing it to my lips while I take account of the bodies around us. There are two guards on this floor, and they’re not employed by the lounge. Big men with subtle earpieces and overly crisp suits, are out of the norm for a place filled with a college-age crowd. “They need to leave.”
“By their own free will?”
“Doesn’t matter to me.” Taking another sip, I let this one settle on my tongue as the heady wooden notes calm me. I could empty my magazine in the arsehole’s body, a tempting idea, but Aliana’s first impression of me won’t be tarnished by his dead body at her feet.
She can meet the demon within another night.
“There’s a woman he likes to see—”
“Bring her,” I answer without pause and beside me, he’s nodding.
“She’s already here. Has been for the last fifteen minutes.”
“Is she under your employ?”
“No, but we’re familiar with each other. This is all her doing.”
“And those two?” I point toward the two blokes that don’t belong here.
“The bodyguards are with her.” Why the protection to come see this arse?
The woman in question—a tall, leggy blonde—walks by us, winking at Kray before strutting toward the bar. Her smile is wide, completely fake, as she wraps herself around the git while saying hello to everyone else.
